Hellbent

.8.

“Are you sure about this?” Spike was saying as Buffy pulled impatiently at his jeans.

“More than anything.” She breathed, slipping the zipper down slowly, trying to appear sexy and experienced.

“I love you pet, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“For fucks sake Spike, if you don’t want to then just stop!” Buffy spat at him, making him grin with delight. He loved it when she was brassed off, she would spit and shout until she was hoarse but she was yet to actually storm off into the steaming pits of hell they were currently residing in.

Nuzzling her neck, Spike showed the Slayer just how much he didn’t want to stop. In fact, her fury had done nothing but turn him on even more and was certain that he would be unable to stop himself, even if she did want to rethink things.

“Make me yours.” She whispered, her anger all but forgotten as his tongue traced idle circles on the column of her throat that lay exposed to him. The trust she gave him was awe inspiring, it was almost scary for him to comprehend that the Slayer was willingly lying next to him, wrapped in his arms, giving herself to him, body, mind and soul. They had discussed this for quite some time and she had finally come to her decision.

While she had kept her guard up, staying away from the vampires socially while her heart recovered from the battering after it had received. She had stood by and watched as Angel had been torn between herself and Drusilla, eventually deciding that his childe was in more need of him than she was.

She had stood by with Spike, weeping tearlessly for the loss of their first loves. She had taken the first tentative steps towards falling in love all over again, her heart leading the way as they explored their new found feelings. Now she was taking the next step forward, opening her heart to the dangers of love, and trusting him not to break it all over again.

“Mine, forever.” He whispered back, lifting the black, tattered top she was wearing away from her skin, over her head and placing it softly beside their makeshift bed on animal and demons furs.

Worshipping the skin he had revealed, he watched as Buffy kept her eyes on him, watching every move his tongue made, swirling around the dusky pink nipples that had hardened with her obvious arousal.

“Forever?” She questioned for the hundredth time, her desire interrupting her normal thought processes until her only thought was just how much she loved Spike.

“I’ll be yours until the end of time love.” Spike assured her softly. “We can do this later?”

“No. I want this.” Buffy assured him, pushing his jeans down his legs, marvelling at the hardness she had only felt previously. This was first time she had seen a member of the opposite sex naked. The light provided by the burning fires all around them illuminated everything to almost a romantic ambience, if you could ignore everything else around them. And being with Spike was definitely helping her to forget. He was certainly a sight to behold she mused as she wondered where to begin.

Her encounter with Angel had done nothing to give her experience in this department and she finally felt mature enough to admit that to herself. Taking him into her hand she ran her finger lightly over his length, feminine pride coursing through her at the sight of Spike’s enraptured face. Her gaze meeting his, she felt encouraged by the love she saw in his gaze.

Wrapping her tiny fist around his shaft, she gave a slow pump, pulling him up into her hand before pushing gently back down until she reached the base. Repeating her actions she was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from Spike who was biting his lower lip in an effort to keep himself under control.

“You like that?” She whispered coyly, doing it all over again just to make him groan.

“I love that.” He ground out, the indescribable pleasure of having her innocent little hands wrapped around his cock for the first time was something he would never forget. She was pure perfection, wrapped up in a cute Slayer package.

Slipping his hands between her parted thighs he smiled softly, sliding his digits across her slick entrance, spreading the moisture in preparation. Rolling her clit between his finger and thumb, Spike gazed lovingly into her eyes as he finally sank one finger, followed by another into her hot, wet opening. Wriggling them experimentally, he waited a second for her to grow accustomed to this invasion before pumping them in and out, in perfect synch with the way she was pumping his cock.

“Okay love?” Spike whispered, his breath coming in ragged pants, forgetting the fact that his lungs no longer worked. Nodding in response, Buffy curled her hips up to meet his thrusting hand, her grip on him tightening subconsciously. “Ready for this?” His throaty voice resonated in her ear, his warmed skin brushing against her neck making tingles race up and down her spine in a most delicious fashion.

“Always.” She breathed, desperate for more. For any part of him she could get and keep forever. Her heart couldn’t take anymore, and every time she thought that, he would prove her wrong. Showing her something new about herself in the process.

Shifting her body so that he was positioned over her, he sank down his elbows, caressing her face with his fingertips.

No one had ever given themselves to him so exclusively. He had never felt the emotions he was feeling so entirely in his existence. It was overwhelming and he was desperate to show her exactly how he felt. He would cherish her love until he was dust in the wind.

Stomping down on his inner William, Spike positioned himself at her slick opening, pushing himself in slightly and resting on his elbows to allow her to adjust.

Curling her pelvis up to meet his, Buffy pushed ahead, not waiting for Spike to adjust. Feeling him sink so deep inside of her, she couldn’t help but cry out at the immediate feeling of love that washed over her.

It was like being consumed by a white hot flame it was so overpowering.

Feeling Spike begin to move on top of her, Buffy began to meet his thrusts, clinging to his shoulders desperately to keep atop of the sensations coursing through her body. She wanted to be fully aware of everything as it happened, committing each and every second of this sacred act to memory.

Pressing butterfly light kisses to Buffy’s neck, his tongue bathed her throat, preparing her for what was would come. Pleased that she was still accepting of his demon, he let his face shift, his demon coming out to play, letting his extended canines graze up and down her skin, making her shiver in delight. Taking care not to tear through her skin yet, Spike was enchanted by the whimpers and cries that tore from her throat. His thrusts were gaining in tempo and the sound of his flesh slapping against hers was stirring him onwards, faster and harder than he had ever thought was possible with a human.

Meeting his every thrust, Buffy managed to gasp out her pleas. It had to be now, she could feel her impending climax and needed to feel his fangs in her throat to complete her.

Complying with her grunted demands, Spike gave her neck one last soft kiss before sinking his fangs through the buttery soft flesh that protected her precious blood from him. Sealing his mouth around the wound he kept his teeth imbedded in her skin, maximising the potential to scar properly, marking her as his mate. Taking slow, steady sips of her blood, he could feel the magic in her blood working it’s way through his long dead body, reanimating it if only for seconds at a time.

Slowing her thrusts, Buffy let her body lie limp in Spike’s arms, rocking gently with his body as he drank from her body, taking all that was needed for the ritual.

Slowly withdrawing his fangs from her neck, Spike sealed them lovingly with his tongue, tracing over them slowly, the incantation slipping endlessly from his lips, the long forgotten words pouring from his heart as the freshly formed scar tissue glowed silver in the firelight. Taking it as a sign that it was now her turn, Buffy clamped down ferociously on Spike’s neck, pushing her teeth into his skin until she felt it pierce, gulping down his tangy, metallic tasting blood until she felt it slow, the blood trickling leisurely down her throat and sealing the claim. Releasing his neck, unknown words streaming from within her, making her body shudder and glow as silver as Spike’s was.

Waking in a daze, Buffy looked over at Spike, the traces of silver in his usually amber eyes was strangely comforting. It wasn’t just her that had been dreaming about that night.

She was no stranger to sharing her dreams with Spike. It was something that happened most night after sharing blood, reaffirming their bond and reassuring each other of their undying love and devotion.

Things that Buffy had never even dreamed of sharing with another, especially an unsouled vampire. Those things didn’t matter to her anymore. She had seen just how ridiculous the notion of a soul making someone good really was.

Whilst in hell she had murdered demons, just like she had done in Sunnydale. But not to protect the townspeople. This had been for food, for safety and sometimes, just for fun.

She hadn’t lost who she was, she gained an unusual insight into what it meant to be a Slayer. It wasn’t some young girl told what to do and when to do it by a council of strangers. She was a demon in her own right. She was a person with the soul of a demon residing deep inside her body, giving her not only the physical strength to battle the forces of evil, but the emotional strength to see what was right and what was wrong.

Having been stranded in the bowels of hell with three notoriously evil vampires, she had somehow gained a strange perspective of evil. Evil wasn’t what she had previously thought of as anything that came in the ‘non-human’ box. Evil was in everything, in every human, in every demon. It was what you did that was evil. Every action had the potential to be evil, and the potential to be good. It was choice that everyone had the free will to make.

“You okay pet?” Spike asked, tilting his head in her direction, nuzzling her neck, pressing a kiss to the silvery scars that decorated her neck.

Rolling on top of him she grinned,

“I certainly am.” She replied huskily, covering his lips with her own, sinking down onto his erection.

Pushing open the doors to the mansion, Willow paused in the doorway. She hadn’t made her mind yet about anything and was desperate to learn more about her friend and the changes she had been through, but standing here and staring at Xander and Faith arguing about the morals of breaking and entering when the property belonged to demons was strange enough to put things in perspective.

“Stop!” She whispered furiously. “This is Buffy’s home and we’re just walking in uninvited.”

“Will, this is not Buffy’s home. This is a dirty, smelly old building where demons live.” Xander declared, his tone was low and the disgust was practically palpable.

“Chill, I only came to see how she was after last night.” Faith interjected calmly.

“Why wouldn’t she be fine?” Xander argued, the sarcasm in his voice clouding the loathing it usually held. “She’s sold herself to the devil and we’re coming to see how she feels?”

“Oh fuck off.” Faith spat through gritted teeth. “This isn’t about you. It will never be about you. This is about Buffy, y’know? The one you loved all of a week ago?”

“Loved?” Willow’s voice wavered as she found her voice. “You still love her?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Will.” Xander screeched. “I don’t love Buffy. She’s a traitorous whore.”

“Gee, thanks.” A voice floated down from the balcony. There stood Buffy, wrapped in a practically indecent robe, with Spike holding her tightly, his glowing eyes burning holes into the intruders. “Anybody else wanna insult me?”

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